[Welland Tribune November 11, 1931]
Salem, Nov. 11- James Chambers of Hewett, Mrs. A. Misener and son Ross of Perry, Mrs. Walter Brown of Welland, Miss Marion and George Chambers and Jack Hayward of Fenwick visited at Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Chambers last week.
Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Strawn visited friends at Attercliffe last Sunday.
Hampton Brown and son Hewelet Brown of Welland accompanied a party of friends north, hunting for two weeks.
Cecil Chambers and family visited friends at Windsor and Blemheim over the weekend.
Mrs. J. Chambers visited at Roy Chambers and family on Sunday.
Miss Violet Elsie visited friends at Bridgeburg on Sunday.
Mr. Smith and family of St Catharines called on Mrs. J. Chambers on Sunday morning.
Mr. Shepbertsling and family of Crowland visited at Andy Fodo… and family on Sunday.
Mr. Hansler of North Pelham called on Mr. And Mrs Clarence Strawn on Sunday evening.
C. Strawn is on the sick list.
Mr. and Mrs. Ambros Misner and family of Perry and Mrs Hampton Brown motored to Niagara Falls on Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. Walter Brown Welland visited at the parents home.
[Welland Tribune December 23, 1931]
Salem, Dec. 23- S.S. No. 8 Wainfleet held an entertainment under the leadership of their teacher, Miss Hall on Dec. 22nd.
Mrs Yokom visited her nephew C.E. Strawn and family for a week.
Miss Hall, Mrs. F. Court and Mrs Murray and son Reggie visited Mrs C.E. Strawn and family on Thursday evening.
W. Main called on Mr. Strawn on Sunday evening.
Masters Earl and Robert Strawn spent Saturday with their chum, Masters Francis Fred and Robert Wilford of Wainfleet.
Miss Marion Chambers and Jack Hayward spent Sunday evening with Mr. And Mrs. Cecil Chambers.
Mr. and Mrs Levi Chambers of Welland called on Mr. And Mrs Frank Moore on Saturday evening.
Master Garth Chambers spent Sunday with his cousins Marion and George Chambers.
[Welland Tribune December 4, 1931]
Salem, Dec. 4- Mr and Mrs Thos. Hounslon and daughter, Joyce H. Shaffley and son, Elmo, were guests of Mrs E. Farr on Sunday.
Guests at the home of Mr and Mrs A. Chambers on Tuesday and Thursday evenings were: Mr and Mrs Levi Misener and daughter, Miss Lealey, of Niagara Falls, and Mr and Mrs B.O. Saylor and sons, George and Mack, of Port Robinson road.
Misses Edna and Margaret Strawn visited Mr and Mrs A. Chambers on Sunday afternoon.
Mr and Mrs K. Hansler and son, Clifford, and C. Hansler, visited Mr and Mrs C. Strawn and family on Sunday evening.
Misses Edna, Margaret and Irene Strawn visited Mrs. C. Chambers, and called on Mrs F. Moore on Saturday afternoon.
Mr and Mrs George Reece and daughter, Irma called on Mr and Mrs C. Chambers on Sunday.
Mr and Mrs Hampton Brown spent Friday evening with Mr and Mrs Ambrose Misener and family at Perry Station.
Mr and Mrs Hampton Brown called on Mrs C. Chambers on their way to Tillsonburg to spend the week with Mr and Mrs Harry Robbins.
Mr and Mrs Roy Chambers and family and George Chambers and Jack Hayward visited with Mr and Mrs C. Chambers and family on Sunday.
Mr and Mrs Walter Brown are spending a few days with Mrs Brown’s parents, Mr and Mrs Harry Robbins, of Tillsonburg.
Mrs George Reece spent Monday with Mr and Mrs Hewitt Brown.
Miss S. Hall motored with friends from Thorold to visit friends near Dunnville on Sunday last.
Mrs Cecil Chambers entertained a few friends to tea last Tuesday evening.
Mr and Mrs B. Ostross and daughter Vera, visited Mrs C.E Strawn and family.
Superintendent of County Home for Aged and Infirm Dies in 59th Year
VAST CIRCLE OF FRIENDS
Commanded by Capable Official –Made Home Grounds Fine Farming Property
[Welland-Port Colborne Evening Tribune, 25 April 1931]
George B. McClellan for the past fifteen years superintendent of Welland County Home for the Aged and Infirm, passed away at his home here this morning at 4 o’clock the death proving a great shock in the family and to a wide circle of friends throughout the district. Death was wholly unexpected. While it is true Mr. McClellan had been in poor health for the past two months, he was able to be a host every day. In fact he was downtown yesterday attending a meeting of the commission on Old Age Pensions. When he retired last night he was feeling as well as usual. At 2 o’clock he complained of feeling unwell and two hours later he passed away, death being due to neuralgia of the heart.
HIS WORK AT THE HOME
Mr. McClelland made of the Home, one of the best farm properties in Welland county. The fields and grounds and gardens, the barns, the stables, building and stock were always kept in such condition that for anyone versed in agriculture, a visit to the Industrial Home was always a real pleasure. He was not only a _, but also a tactful manager and his relationship with the members of the county council, with his own staff, and with the inmates of the Home was always pleasant and agreeable. In fact Mr. McClellan was able to number among his friends all with whom he came in contact with in this official capacity.
Mr. McClellan took a wide interest in the care of the unfortunate. Some years ago he was instrumental in organizing the managers of Home for the aged and infirm into an association and he was its first president. He was for five years the president of the Welland County Agricultural society and in this period due to his energy and foresight the Society had a very marked success. At the time of his death he was first Vice-President of the Niagara District Fair Board. **Rest of obituary and funeral notice is very blurry and difficult to decipher. .
The funeral of Mr. McClellan is located on page 1 and 2 of the Welland-Port Colborne Evening Tribune-29 April 1931.
[The Welland-Port Colborne Evening Tribune, 9 December 1931]
With startling suddenness, the death of Ruby Beatrice Baxter, beloved wife of Thomas Baxter, occurred on Saturday evening at the family residence, 15 Wolseley avenue, St. Catharines. The deceased, who was in her 21st year had been in her usual excellent health and her demise will come as a great shock by her many friends. She had resided in St. Catharines for the past year, formerly living at Copper Cliff, and during her residence here had endeared herself to a large circle of friends. In religion she was a member of the Anglican church. To mourn her passing she leaves beside her sorrowing husband, who at present is confined to bed through critical illness, her father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. Robt. *White of Port Colborne, four sisters, Mrs. George Rymar of St. Catharines; Misses Stella, Doris and Helen of Port Colborne, and two brothers, Robert and Clifford of Port Colborne. The funeral took place on Monday afternoon, from her late residence, 15 Wolseley avenue to St. Barnabas church to Victoria Lawn cemetery where interment took place. –Robert Whyte
[The Welland-Port Colborne Evening Tribune, 13 October 1931]
Fenwick, October 13- Rev. T. H. Ibbott officiated at the funeral of the late John Hagar, which took place Sunday afternoon from the funeral parlors of Drake and Barron, Fonthill, and was largely attended. Interment took place in Dawdy’s cemetery, with four brothers acting as pall bearers. The floral tributes were many and beautiful.
The late John Hagar passed away at the Welland County General hospital after an illness of several months, the past two months being spent in the hospital where he underwent two serious operations. He was well-known throughout Pelham township, and during his life took a keen interest in the welfare of the township at large. He is survived by his wife, Mrs. Mary Hagar, and three daughters and ond son, Velma, Eliza, Effie and Richard, all residing in Welland.
[The Welland-Port Colborne Evening Tribune, 10 November 1931]
It seems to me that I can get nearer to a bird that walks, with a deliberate, well-defined step, than the one that hops, or runs so fast that its legs become a blur. The walker impresses one as having a certain poise, or personally the other’s lack. So, it may be that this bird’s peculiar gait is one of its many characteristics that appeal to me.
The books always speak of it as the Meadow Lark, but it as just as often seen on high, wind-swept uplands, and I do not recall ever having come upon one in a real meadow. In some sections he is known as the old field-lark. Strictly speaking, he is really not a lark at all, but is a close cousin of the blackbirds and orioles. They seem especially fond of the company of the blackbirds and often are seen associating with them in the most cousinly manner.
The strong legs of the lark and the disposition of the claws are particularly adapted for a life mostly spent on the ground. The seldom use their wings unless disturbed, or some danger threatens; but when they do take wing there is nothing half-hearted, or undecided about the movement, as they throw themselves in the air with a suddenness that is startling, and with a whirr of wings not unlike the noise made by a covey of frightened quail.
Their favorite feeding grounds are old uncultivated fields, grown up in bramble briars and broom straw. You may search ever so carefully, but you will fail to glimpse a feather, so perfectly do they blend with their surroundings. They know they are safer among the dead grass and weeds than anywhere else and are loath to leave it. They will remain squatting flat on the ground until almost stepped on.
Mother Nature knew her business when she set out to paint the bird so that it would become practically invisible when on its natural feeding ground. The chestnut brown, the ashen gray, with touches of black and white here and there, mix and mingle so perfectly with the winter colors of the stubble that it is hard to determine where stubble ends and bird begins.
But it is only when you are viewing the bird from behind, or above that it fades out of sight. It is very much in evidence from the front, as the throat, breast and chin are a brilliant lemon yellow, made even more conspicuous by a black crescent extending clear across the chest- the shining black and the brilliant yellow making a combination so striking that once seen, is never forgotten.
When feeding the bird has a habit of nervously opening and closing the tail feathers, fan fashion. When flying, white tail feathers become very conspicuous, and they are a sure way of distinguishing the lark. As tame as the bird appears when at home among the broom-sedge, once it leaves the ground and takes refuge among the tree tops, it becomes suspicious and wary, and is almost as difficult to approach as a crow.
When suddenly flushed, they call out “pe-ent-pe-ent” all the while nervously flitting, that short, but expressive tail, as they once more “show the white feather.” Their clear, strong whistle, to some ears, seems to spell “Spring o’ the y-e-a-r, Spring o’ the y-e-a-r.”
True to their instincts, they do not leave the ground even when nest-building comes around-they found it a fine place-an easy place to find food and a safe refuge from enemies, so they decided it could be a good place to raise the children. The nests are placed flat on the ground, but a lark’s nest is one of the hardest things in the world to find. If you have ever dropped a pin in the grass and then got down and tried to find it-you may have some idea what looking for the nest of the lark is.
The make-shift that the mother lark persuades herself is a first-rate cradle for the eggs and the babies, is little more than a handful of dried grass roughly squeezed in a shapeless wad and hidden in a bunch of tall timothy. What havoc is wrought among the eggs and fledglings by field mice and snakes, can only be conjectured.
[The Welland-Port Colborne Evening Tribune, 10 November 1931]
It seems to me that I can get nearer to a bird that walks, with a deliberate, well-defined step, than the one that hops, or runs so fast that its legs become a blur. The walker impresses one as having a certain poise, or personally the other’s lack. So, it may be that this bird’s peculiar gait is one of its many characteristics that appeal to me.
The books always speak of it as the Meadow Lark, but it as just as often seen on high, wind-swept uplands, and I do not recall ever having come upon one in a real meadow. In some sections he is known as the old field-lark. Strictly speaking, he is really not a lark at all, but is a close cousin of the blackbirds and orioles. They seem especially fond of the company of the blackbirds and often are seen associating with them in the most cousinly manner.
The strong legs of the lark and the disposition of the claws are particularly adapted for a life mostly spent on the ground. The seldom use their wings unless disturbed, or some danger threatens; but when they do take wing there is nothing half-hearted, or undecided about the movement, as they throw themselves in the air with a suddenness that is startling, and with a whirr of wings not unlike the noise made by a covey of frightened quail.
Their favorite feeding grounds are old uncultivated fields, grown up in bramble briars and broom straw. You may search ever so carefully, but you will fail to glimpse a feather, so perfectly do they blend with their surroundings. They know they are safer among the dead grass and weeds than anywhere else and are loath to leave it. They will remain squatting flat on the ground until almost stepped on.
Mother Nature knew her business when she set out to paint the bird so that it would become practically invisible when on its natural feeding ground. The chestnut brown, the ashen gray, with touches of black and white here and there, mix and mingle so perfectly with the winter colors of the stubble that it is hard to determine where stubble ends and bird begins.
But it is only when you are viewing the bird from behind, or above that it fades out of sight. It is very much in evidence from the front, as the throat, breast and chin are a brilliant lemon yellow, made even more conspicuous by a black crescent extending clear across the chest- the shining black and the brilliant yellow making a combination so striking that once seen, is never forgotten.
When feeding the bird has a habit of nervously opening and closing the tail feathers, fan fashion. When flying, white tail feathers become very conspicuous, and they are a sure way of distinguishing the lark. As tame as the bird appears when at home among the broom-sedge, once it leaves the ground and takes refuge among the tree tops, it becomes suspicious and wary, and is almost as difficult to approach as a crow.
When suddenly flushed, they call out “pe-ent-pe-ent” all the while nervously flitting, that short, but expressive tail, as they once more “show the white feather.” Their clear, strong whistle, to some ears, seems to spell “Spring o’ the y-e-a-r, Spring o’ the y-e-a-r.”
True to their instincts, they do not leave the ground even when nest-building comes around-they found it a fine place-an easy place to find food and a safe refuge from enemies, so they decided it could be a good place to raise the children. The nests are placed flat on the ground, but a lark’s nest is one of the hardest things in the world to find. If you have ever dropped a pin in the grass and then got down and tried to find it-you may have some idea what looking for the nest of the lark is.
The make-shift that the mother lark persuades herself is a first-rate cradle for the eggs and the babies, is little more than a handful of dried grass roughly squeezed in a shapeless wad and hidden in a bunch of tall timothy. What havoc is wrought among the eggs and fledglings by field mice and snakes, can only be conjectured.
[The Welland-Port Colborne Evening Tribune, 10 December 1931]
Niagara Falls. Dec. 10-Neil Black, 63 years old, a resident of Stamford for the past 25 years, died suddenly at his home yesterday. Mr Black was born in Chippawa, for 20 years was in the employ of the Grand National Railway Company, and for the past 25 years was a gardner in Stamford. He was a member of Niagara Falls lodge, I.O.O.F., Jubilee Camp, Woodmen of the World, and of Stamford United church. He is survived by his widow, Laura, one son, Fred, at home; three brothers, John, this city; Alex, Niagara Falls, N.Y., and Fred of St. David’s. and one sister, Mrs. George Winters of Woodstock.
T.D. COWPER, K.C.Was Appointed for Welland County in January 1892
POWERS OF ATTORNEY
Granted Mr. Cowper in November, 1877, Extremely Long Record of Service
[The Welland-Port Colborne Evening Tribune, 9 December 1931]
Crown Attorney T.D. Cowper, K.C., will on January 15th, 1932, have completed 40 years service to Welland county as its crown attorney. He was given this appointment on January 15th, 1892, and also has the honor of having been a barrister longer than the large majority of lawyers in the province of Ontario.
It was on November 21st, 1877, more than 54 years ago that County Crown Attorney Cowper was authorized to receive affidavits and other powers of attorney, and this authorization was signed by the then chief justice for Ontario, Robert M.. Harrison, also by Mr. Justice John D. Armour and Mr. Justice Adam Wilson.
Another interesting fact learned today by The Tribune was that on October 7th, 1881, Thomas Dalziel Cowper, barrister at law, was given power of notary public, applicable at any point in the province of Ontario, this being signed by the then Provincial secretaty, Hon. Arthur S. Hardy, and under the seal of the then lieutenant-governor, Hon John Beverley Robinson.
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